Inferno's legacy (On Hold)

Chapter 22

"To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I won't call it that." Damion said, sinking into the arm chair.

The woman in ruby dress seemed middle aged. Black hair with a few streaks of grey, grey eyes that seemed hundreds of years old. Probably was.

Damion placed the wooden box on the table and slides it over to her. She placed down her teacup and grabbed the box, inspecting it before she opened it.

"This is..."

"Yennefer's pendant. I wanna know why she has it. It was supposed to be destroyed." Damion said, crossing his legs.

Adeline closed the box and placed it back on the table. "How would I know?" She asked, grabbing her teacup.

"Don't humor me." Damion said dryly. "You know better than anyone else."

"So do you." She reminded. "Denying it won't change anything."

"They're not the same." He said, leaning forward.

"That's what you want to believe. But you know better. Is that why you refused Eva's advice? You tried to protect her even if they're not the same?" She chuckled. "You're the humorous one."

Damion leaned backwards. "You got what you wanted after the war. What games are you playing?"

"Games? I beg to differ. I got nothing from that war which could have been avoided. All I got was misery."

"You got a new life."

Adeline slammed the teacup on the table. "Why exactly are you here?"

Damion leaned closer. "Whatever you're doing, stop. The next time, you'll join her." With that, he grabbed the box and stood up.

"Somethings can't be stopped. And history is bound to repeat itself if you don't act. Fast. You can stop, but like the last time, I bet you'll allow it. Because you're weak at heart and can't live up to your responsibility."

"When did being weak hearted become a crime? Is that why you became  power hungry? So much, you'd use anyone, even you're loved ones to get what you need?"

"You have the girl Damion. It's time to stop being a fool."

Damion glanced at her over his shoulder and without another word, teleported away.

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Eretria was sitting up when Damion suddenly materialized in her room. She startled.

"I told you to stop doing that." She scolded, bringing herself to lean against the headboard.

"How long have you had this?" Damion asked, letting her pendant dangle between his fingers.

Her hand instantly went to her neck. "Why do you have that? Since I could remember, I told you already." She said.

"Did it make you feel... different? Or block out your nightmares?"

"Well, I've always worn it as a connection to my mother. She had it made for me, which I told you. I never thought it's magical until I and Roman were attacked." She answered. "Why the sudden interrogation? You wanted me here. Are you suddenly throwing me out?"

"For the record, I never wanted you here and I'm not throwing you out." Yet. "So this never blocked out your nightmares?" He asked again.

"Is it supposed to? Then, it's been doing a terrible job."

"I thought so." He murmured. "Someone has been manipulating it, so you have those visions." He said.

"What?" Eretria's mouth was big hole before she closed it. "I don't understand. How? Why?" She rubbed her arm. Suddenly, the thought of someone making her have those horrid dreams on purpose was shuddering. The connection to her mother had been the source of her misery"Why would someone deliberately do that me? All my life?" Her voice was low and on the verge of breaking and Damion was sure he didn't want to have a crying child on his hands.